Inspection

Walking into the building seeing the shining white color covering the walls and furniture.

Walking up to the front desk seeing a young man sitting there typing on the computer.

"Um... I'm here for the order report." He smiled taking my letter.

"There are a few forms you need to fill out and sign." nodding my head watching him walk to the back of the room, seeing his that he had swallowed a watermelon.

I didn't mean to stare, but how could I not.

"Doctor Aro will see you in five minutes," he said handing me the papers.

Sitting on the chair, leaning on my thighs filling out the papers.

Questions of family health and possible pregnancy scares.

"Fire Gage," looking up not noticing five minutes had passed.

"Follow me," the man ushered me into an office.

"So, Fire Gage, 20-years-old, 5'3, 120lbs." the nurse listed off from the paper.

Looking at the floor not wanting to be here.

"Receiver!"

"Fuck no!"

"It's listed here, you a receiver, you'll carry the baby."

"Oh hell no! Nothing is going inside me, or coming out of me."

"You will need to talk to the doctor."

He rushed out of the room before I could hit him, no doubt I would beat the shit of him.

Walking around the room, a typical office, with a desk and computer, two chairs on the other side of the desk. Three bookcases filled with what looked like every book base on pregnancy and reproduction.

"Fire Gage, nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Aro, let's walk over to the inspection room." this einstein looking crazy quack walked me into the room across the hall.

This room scared me, devices here and there, medical equipment lined up on the counter.

"Okay, here's a gown change into it and we'll get started."

Stripping my clothes, draping this paper dress over my body. When mom said the inspection isn't as scary as it looks, she was dead wrong.

"Already..."

He checked my heart and blood pressure first.

That wasn't so bad.

"So you're listed as a receiver, I'll need to check your arousal levels."

"Look doc, I'm all for this X-O program, but I'm straight and definitely not a receiver. There must be a mistake."

"Umm. your mother signed you off as a receiver, you were also giving the Omega Hormone therapy during gestation." I was completely dumbfounded, by that.

"I have no other choice, right? It's this or the ghouls." shaking my head as I turned bent over the side of the table.

Shuddering at the snap sound the gloves made, the sound echo off the walls.

His right hand gripped my shoulder as his left hand squeezed my balls first, then it happened.

"Ow, hey hey..." he was even nice about it.

He shoved two fingers into my ass then twisted them around.

"I'm preparing you for tonight"

"Wait, Tonight, it can't wait..."

"Rules are rules, the day you are inspected is also the day you will make your first try."

"What not date or dinner, or even a movie, just bend over and release."

"Days after you can do dates and movies, but as for the first week, it's sex only."

"Follow me,"

"What no clothes, dude I feel a draft."

He chuckled walking me down the hall to another freaky medical room.

"This shot will adjust your hormones and prepare you fully for tonight's events. Every two weeks I want a urine sample."

"Any questions?"

" Am I impregnating myself, or what?" I snapped, this was all too much.

"There is one more thing," before he said anything else nurses came into the room holding me down.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Your brand is H-24,"

"AHHHHHH"

"Bring it Hell Doome" my eyes nearly popped out just hearing his name.

I huffed catching my breath, from the three shots in my ass and the burning brand mark that told everyone I belong to this man named Hell Doome.

"Welcome Hell/Fire to the X-O Program."